Murder or suicide?

A life was lost to make you want me.. someone had to die to make this work…I gave up my essence to make you love me…

You took my identity and sculpted it into your own.

The mirror no longer reflected the unique goddess I was grasping to remember…

Who is to blame?…who deserves the onslaught of anger that is slowly being released…myself of course…

I was the one always putting myself in your hands, it was I who exposed to you my core, myself who surrendered the soul…I knew I didn’t quite fit, but I pushed myself into your mould…why?

Because I’d rather feel the temporary vibration of false love than feel the stillness of being alone…

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